A somewhat goofy mini-collection of stuff I’ve been reading, stuff I’ve been thinking about and oh, some completely random crap.
Basically the stuff that never gets mentioned here because I’m not the kind of person who can just make some teeny little point. Not into the whole brevity thing, as the Dude would say.
Actually, I’m under the strict compulsion to write ten pages about anything on my mind. So this is me. Practicing brevity.
I’m rather behind on my internet reading due to the annoying part about not enjoying clicking on things. Yes, arms/hands are still in crazy pain.
Still, I did manage to find lots of good stuff.
Item! Post No. 11 in the series that just keeps on beating the odds.
Item! This is absolutely beautiful!
This powerful post by Wendy Cholbi took my breath away:
Me: But doesn’t it kind of defeat the purpose of disguised learning to call it disguised learning? I mean, if you know you’re supposed to be learning, it’s not really disguised, is it?
Genius Daughter: Well, it’s still funner.
It starts off sweet and funny … and just when you’ve nodded at the lovely insight that you think is the point of the post, she takes it somewhere completely unexpected.
I think you really need to read this one.
Also, you can follow her on Twitter. She’s @wendycholbi.
Item! Who doesn’t like toasters?
Everyone loves Johnny Truant (or as I insist on calling him, Johnny B. Truant because he’s @JohnnyBTruant on Twitter).
This post in particular is worth reading for the following line:
I raised my hand. “We’re honoring toasters by selling one into slavery?”
Also the rest of it is great. But that was where I spit all over my computer.
Item! This is some serious soul-baring!
I was really moved by Sarah Marie Lacy’s intimate post about stucknesses.
Some serious soul-baring here. Be kind and give her love.
Wow, right? She’s @smlacy if you Twitter. Which you do, right? Right?
Item! This is my new favorite blog!
It’s called Downward Dragon and I love it.
The most simple description is that it’s about a woman who used yoga to kick a heroin habit and is documenting that process.
When I was using, I got so much nothing done, it was unbelievable.
But really it’s about a whole bunch of things.
This is one of the most clear and honest blogging voices I’ve come across. It’s astonishing. Read this post especially.
Also she’s @loladragon on Twitter.
Item! Apparently my duck is a whore!
Naomi (@IttyBiz) called my duck a whore. AGAIN.
It’s a good thing I am madly in love with her. Or otherwise feathers would fly.
Item! Speaking of ducks!
The rule of having a duck is that people will send you photos and trinkets and all sorts of bizarre things if there is anything ducky about them.
At least three people send me a link to this especially adorable duck picture, but the first one was Jeff Moriarty (@jmoriarty on Twitter).
That is all.
This is as much linking as my poor hands can take.
Actually more. I’ve been writing this in five minute increments all week.
Yes, I know.
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While you’re healing (and I’m sorry to hear about the pain, by the way) I’m getting a chance to catch up, reading so many of your wonderful brain-expanding posts. When I first read one of your posts I thought, “What the heck is this and what’s the duck all about?” I sort of hated it, like the first time I heard Sheryl Crow and her song “All I Wanna Do”. But now I love Sheryl Crow and you’re really starting to grow on me. I think I’m starting to get it, and I’ve been reading your stuff most of the morning. Even the Shriva stuff. Wow.
Terry Heaths last blog post..Removing the Stick From Up My Ass
If it makes you feel better, Terry … I STILL don’t like that Sheryl Crow song. But I used to hate it so much that when I worked in the orchards and it would come on the radio, I’d climb all the way down from the top of a really tall tree just to turn it off and then climb all the way up again.
I’ll tell Selma that she’s growing on you! I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.
My son has a “Selma duck” in our bathtub, and I got this weird idea yesterday when I saw it that I could use that duck and pretend it was Selma and perpetrate this whole fraud, kind of like identity theft for ducks. And then I started to wonder if you had somehow marked Selma to identify her as Selma, the way someone will sign the flap of an envelope to make sure that nobody unauthorized breaks the seal without giving it away. And it started this whole weird dynamic in my head, and it sort of went nowhere, and then I forgot about it until right now, at which point I realize how odd it is not just to think of stealing a duck’s identity, but also that so many people would get it and probably think it was funny.
On a totally unrelated topic, all, I finally heard Havi’s voice the other day and I was like, “I totally expected her to be all foreign-sounding.” I was similarly surprised when I discovered that Atlantaite Chuck Westbrook didn’t sound like Mr. Haney from Green Acres, which is something I’m sure everyone can relate to.
Johnny Truant (only sort of “Johnny B. Truant”)s last blog post..Unfortunately, pants
Okay, I just wrote this long comment about stealing Selma’s identity and it’s not showing up, thus proving that checks and balances do indeed work around here.
Johnny Truant (only sort of “Johnny B. Truant”)s last blog post..Unfortunately, pants
@Johnny (aka JohnnyB) – I love that your Unfortunately, pants post is STILL showing up. I suspect that CommentLuv *knows* it’s my favorite post of yours.
And I did sound all foreign-sounding but I’ve had four years to work on my accent since I came back. Thank god. If you listen to the Recoding Your Mind thing you can totally hear it.
Also I refuse to speak to Chuck for that very reason.
Now I just look all insane. -er.
Then your dedication is showing. I know people who have been here for 30 years and still have this huge, thick accent. I’ve always wondered how that could happen, because it wouldn’t with me. I’m a cultural chameleon. Leave me with a group for a few hours and I start picking up their affects, mannerisms, etc. It’s what makes me a good spy.
Johnny Truant (only sort of “Johnny B. Truant”)s last blog post..Unfortunately, pants
CommentLuv must be all knowing because it knew I needed to read “Unfortunately, pants” and clear up my entire undergraduate career, which I spent as a Music major, singing lots of songs in German. Since they were called “leider”, I now know how to reply when I sing them and someone asks what they are.
“Unfortunately, songs.”
Terry Heaths last blog post..Removing the Stick From Up My Ass
I replied to Terry on my blog, but for the benefit of all here, since we have established a culture of pants, allow me to reiterate that given that the German word for “songs” is “lieder” (as opposed to “leider”), we have now established a whole family of pants:
LEDERHOSEN = Leather pants
LEIDERHOSEN = Unfortunately, pants
LIEDERHOSEN = Song pants (which probably go well with rainbow suspenders)
Johnny Truant (only sort of “Johnny B. Truant”)s last blog post..Unfortunately, pants
WOW Thanks for linking the post by Sarah Marie Lacy, that was awesome and her art is amazing!!
I think someone should put together a post montage just from the Comment Luv titles here … hyserical!
Annie Binnss last blog post..I Lost the Head of Christ